Written on Aug, 28, 2015
by Robin
The boys left to go camping earlier this week, and this morning as I walked to work I felt so light – both without weight and without dark. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find that I glowed. The week was replete with…
Written on Aug, 22, 2015
by Robin
I find myself trying on and shedding myriad metaphors for depression. Last week, I flirted with the metaphor of puppet theater in an attempt to convey the strategies one uses to function through depression: you as the puppet master, dancing numerous wooden, yet…
Written on Aug, 22, 2015
by Robin
When I went on Wellbutrin 15+ years ago, I described the effect not as a lightening of mood, so much as lightening (as in providing light) on my ability to judge. Faced with a negative situation, say something as simple as spilling a glass…
I have had no compulsion to write for years. Some of that can be chalked up to the chaos that is life with as many overlapping spheres of interest as mine. Some of it can be attributed to avoidance. Some of it can…